Gwen's P.O.V
"What do you want, Gwen? Do you want me to tell you that we can live a fairy tale, or tell you that I can keep you safe from everything and we will always be OK no matter what? You know just as well as I do that none of that is possible. This isn't a book, sweetheart. Your father couldn't even save himself and he was the sherif of NYC. Can you please, just this one time, look at all of this from my point of view?"
"Peter, I am nineteen years old. It is not my father's decision. We've talked about this. I thought you understood?" He looks down from my teary eyes to the floor and shakes his head.
"Can't you see that all of this is tearing me apart, piece by piece? Your father trusted me to keep his word. I was the one who caused his death and now, here I am in your apartment staying the night with you. This, all of this, isn't right. But I love you so, so much. Besides Aunt May, you're all that I have. What if something happens to you because of me? I can't let that happen. You would be safer without me. We can't keep doing this like we are."
"Then go. Get out. I'll drop your stuff by May's house tomorrow. I'll let you know when I find out about England. And just so you know, if I get in, this will be your last chance at telling me goodbye. And do you want to know why? Because I know that by that time, you will have changed your mind already. You'll want to get back together. I know that you'll persuade me not to go, and that's not happening this time."
His eyes go big and looks at me shocked as if I have four heads.
"You heard me. Go. I'm tired of the cycle. You're not allowed to sit here and throw my heart around like a bouncy ball. You obviously don't understand that I'm not going to let my father make decisions for me. He's not even alive anymore and he's still trying to run my life. If you don't get that, then you don't know me well enough and I can find somebody who will. Goodbye."
"Baby please. Don't." He tries to put his hand around my waist, but I push him away.
"No, you don't. We're done. I break up with you this time. I break up with you. Go."
He looks at me in defeat as he grabs his things he brought with him last night and walks towards the door. Right before he turns the knob to leave, he turns towards me.
"Goodbye Gwen. I love you. I'm sorry that I couldn't make you understand." He walks towards me and wraps his arms around me. "I'll miss you. So much," he cries into my chest.
I think about squirming from his embrace, but I find my myself taking in this last moment with him.
After minutes but felt hours of his hug, he lets go and leaves without turning around again. I fall on the couch and bury my head into the decorative pillows. What am I supposed to do now?
(I know these chapters are extra short, but I'll be able to update sooner if they're shorter.)
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Bitten
FanfictionPeter maybe able to save others from danger, but can he save himself? He goes through many things that test his ability to continue on. His main priority is her and he must keep her safe, but that's hard after her father requests that he stays awa...
